"Stephen Wolstenholme" <
st...@easynn.com> wrote in message
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I think my heart would stop just before I touched a tarantula.
I've tried and tried to tell myself not to be afraid of big spiders "what's
the worse that could happen?" etc but it doesn't work. I'm with Bob about
some kind of genetic memory.
Just found another big one in the bath..it's their breeding season I believe
and they're all on the march looking for mates.
My mother was not afraid of big spiders. I am also one of my brothers is.
My other brother isn't.
It might be my grandfather's fault. I used to accompany him all the time to
*help* him with his gardening. I was probably a nuisance when I was small,
asking questions all the time. One day when we were in the greenhouse, I
think he was thinning out his grapes, he said "you see that over there? (his
little iron stove)" I said "Yes" He said "Well, there's a spider as big as
a robin in there"
I was about 4 or 5 and went running back up to the house to my grandmother.
Never forgotten it.
Maybe there *was* a big spider in it and he said it as a matter of interest
but maybe he thought it might get rid of me and give him a bit of peace.